Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.